Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.

Insane sects grow with the same rhythm as big organizations. It is the rhythm of total destruction.

Work while you work, play while you play - this is a basic rule of repressive self-discipline.

The most powerful person is he who is able to do least himself and burden others most with the things for which he lends his name and pockets the credit.

It would be advisable to think of progress in the crudest, most basic terms: that no one should go hungry anymore, that there should be no more torture, no more Auschwitz. Only then will the idea of progress be free from lies.

If time is money, it seems moral to save time, above all one's own, and such parsimony is excused by consideration for others. One is straight-forward.

In the end indignation over kitsch is anger at tis shameless revelling in the joy of imitation.